Dream
Barely awake, last night's dream was already coming to mind, flashing in bits and pieces in her memory. It certainly had been a good one, that was for sure. She felt as though she could still feel his kisses on her lips, on her neck. On her body.
Flushing at the thought, she hadn't even opened her eyes yet, wishing that she could fall back into whatever her subconscious had in wait for her.
A perfect fantasy- Phil had conveniently left them alone and even better, Rachel had won a game of bowling. Eddie had been furious. If not a little abated by a kiss. Finishing the game, they had returned to Rachel's house and made good use of a house with an absent nephew.
Rachel questioned what Eddie would think if he knew what she dreamt about.
Eyes fluttering open, the early morning light barely lit up the room. She noticed the fluff of greying hair, the broad shoulders, and the light snore against her pillow. His face millimetres away, his arm bent up to rest his hand against the back of hers.
Her cheeks only reddened more at the sight, although her lips eventually curved into a content smile. Foolish of her to think it could only have been a dream. That this couldn't be reality.
But here he was. And there she was too, lying beside him. The moment broken seconds later by a sharp grunt from Eddie as he slept.